If The World Was Ending

It scares me a little that I wasn't surprised,

When what I saw coming home I surmised,

To be the end of the world, and how could I,

With my future ahead of me, close my eyes,

And think for a brief period of time,

That I wouldn't get to, for it, fight?

And finally lay down the scythe,

I've fought hard with all my life?

Taking down my armour and shunning the army,

After all this time, nothing but silence around me,

Alone at last, my fear looming like a ghost,

Mixing with my anxieties, attaching itself to the host,

The parasites of my being all finally flushed,

Never calm, but feeling an unusual rush,

But really, death can't be as bad as at first sight,

Maybe today I'll find out what's beyond it's dark guise,

Peeling my eyes open to see the bright light,

If the world was truly ending you'd come over right?